I felt the rage burning in my head like molten lava. I was angry, really angry. Why did Rebecca have to die? Memories of the sword going through her chest flashed through my mind, tormenting me over and over again.

Where was I in the first place? I looked around the room, surprised by how nice and well-kept it was. Surprising, considering I was about to be executed yesterday. 

"How am I even alive? And why am I in decent quarters instead of rotting in the dungeon?"

Someone pushed the door ...